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Veronica Mars is a marshmallow (ronmars) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-13 13:48:00

Who: Veronica, Cindy, Sharon and NPC Lianne Mars
When: Today
Where: Random casino in Reno then hotel room
What: Veronica finally confronts her mother
Rating: Low, mentions of alcoholism
Status: Complete

Veronica stood there staring at her mother. Her excuses almost drowned out by the sounds of the casino. Not to mention how blatantly obvious it was that her mother was drunk. Veronica had heard enough. They were the same excuses she had heard for almost fifteen years now. “Just stop,” Veronica snapped. “You’ve been doing this more than half my life. I have given you enough chances. I’m done.”

Lianne’s face fell. But she still didn’t believe Veronica. Her daughter always came back. “It’s not easy.”

“I know,” Veronica shot back. “But you’ve had more than enough time. I gave you my money. The money I saved to help pay back my student loans and you stole it. You didn’t even bother going to rehab. You lied to me. Manipulated me. Your own daughter. I trusted you,” she passed for a moment fighting back tears. Veronica refused to cry. She was a strong independent woman. She was not going to let this get to her. “I took a chance. I bet on you,” fitting since they were in a casino and all. “And I lost,” with that she turned on her heel, not even bothering to wait for a response from her mother. She was done. She said all she needed to and honestly she felt better.

Taking a deep breath to compose herself she headed over to where Cindy was waiting.

The casino. The droves of people. All those hopeful, greedy faces. Some with children (though why the hell you’d take a miniature adult here to watch while you gambled away their college fund, Cindy didn’t know) and some without. It was bright. It was high ceilings and fake stars. Indoor waterfalls, rocks made of colored glass. The ding and rapid noise of slot machines, cheers of the winners. Probably sobs of the losers. Reno wasn’t as glittery as Vegas - there was something sad about it, overall.

Not the best place for Sharon to be, inhaling smoke and decadence, due to being nearly ready to pop and all. So she was elsewhere, while Cindy amused herself people-watching and sipping on a dirty martini until Veronica was finished - though she’d been within shouting distance, and was keeping an eye on the happenings with Mummy. Then her fellow blonde friend was coming toward her, and she assessed Veronica’s appearance - it didn’t take a rocket scientist to make deductions.

“Didn’t go well?” she asked, wondering if she needed to punch Lianne in the face.

Reno was definitely not Vegas and they most certainly would not be coming back here for Cindy’s bachelorette party. Why anyone would waste their time here Veronica had no idea. But who the hell knew why her mother did half the things she did. Or well all of them really. Whatever. She was over it. Done with her and done with that part of her life. Time to cut ties and move on.

She shrugged in response to Cindy’s question, putting on a brave face. “Same bull shit as always,” she honestly wasn’t expecting much different. “Let’s get back to Sharon,” she didn’t want to leave her pregnant friend alone for too long. Plus she wanted to get the hell out of the casino and away from her mother. For good.

“Veronica! Veronica!” Lianne called after her, but Veronica didn’t bother to turn around. She really was done this time. She was not only sick of the lying and the false promises but her mother had gone too far, she had stolen from Veronica and that Veronica could never forgive.

On the way back to the room Veronica stopped and got a bottle of whiskey. Yes she realized her mother was an alcoholic but that did not mean she was doomed to the same fate, and really she deserved a damn drink (or two) after that confrontation.

Cindy did turn, at the sound of the voice - mostly because she wanted to get another glimpse of the woman who had done such a shit job as a mother. Even Cindy’s stepwitch (or...mother, right) was probably more qualified for the job. She had actually been there for her daughters, even in her own ridiculous, Bible-thumping way. But then a shake of her head, as if dismissing Veronica’s mom entirely, looping an arm around hers as they made their way to where the alcohol was.

“Ball’s in her court now, you did all you could do,” she said, while Veronica picked her poison. “And do you at least feel better, getting to say what you wanted to say?”

Veronica just nodded in response. She was quieter than usual, no witty remarks or snarky comments. Her mind was swimming with everything that had just happened still. Yeah she had been through worse. But finally cutting her mother loose? It was big. Whiskey purchased, the pair headed back to the room where Sharon was waiting.

“Thanks,” Veronica finally said attempting a smile. “You’re helping me drink this,” she added holding up the bottle. Sharon couldn’t exactly help and no way was she going to drink it all by herself. That would just be sad. Sharon could have like whatever food she was craving today.

“Back,” Veronica called as she opened the door to the hotel room.

Speaking of whatever food she was craving today… Sharon was sitting on one of the beds in the hotel room, surrounded by dishes. Okay, there were like, five. Ice cream, onion rings, spare ribs, apple pie and a giant caesar salad. It was a meal fit for a pregnant lady and her two friends. “Veronica! The room service here is ridiculous! You phone and they show up like, seconds later. ...How’d it go?” She spoke with a mouth full of ice cream, swallowed quickly at the look on her friend’s face (or, her friends’ faces) and her own smile fell. “That good, eh?”

Oh my god, Sharon. Bless her. Cindy had to laugh a little, because it was like they had just walked into the woman’s own personal, pregnant lady Heaven. So much food, but hey, this member of the Trio of Blondes could always eat - Cindy wouldn’t dispute that.

“You’ve been busy, I see?” She smiled too, but it was worried, and didn’t exactly meet her eyes - that was all because of Veronica, of course she was concerned about her friend. She would need time to come to terms with what had happened, but at least the closure would be there, and she wouldn’t have to be weighed down by it all anymore. “And, well, it...” A glance at Veronica, carefully, “I’ll let her explain.” After all, it wasn’t really Cindy’s place to chime in with the details.

Over the past few months Veronica had seen Sharon eat her fair share of food. But this well it was a whole other level. “At least you’ve been having a good time,” someone deserved to. And eating was fun right? It was generally delicious at least.

Veronica wasted no time pouring herself a glass. She took a seat on the couch setting the bottle of whiskey down on the coffee table in front of her. “It went,” Veronica replied before taking a sip. “Same excuses as always,” Sharon knew a bit more of her history with her mother than Cindy did. Considering she had known Sharon since college. Her friend had seen her go through this a few times before. “She was drunk,” she shrugged. No surprise there really. “I don’t think she believed me honestly. I bet in a few weeks or months I’ll get another call. She wants to go back to rehab blah blah blah,” now Veronica was just starting to vent. “But it’s done. I said what I had to and I’m done. I’m not helping her anymore. I can’t.”

Sharon had to carefully climb up off the bed, so she wouldn’t spill any of the food onto the covers. She moved across the room to Veronica and put a hand on her arm in a supportive way. She knew Veronica wasn’t a big hugger, but Sharon was. She would be there for a hug if Veronica wanted one. “I’m sorry, V. I’m just… I’m glad that you’ve got some closure on this. Finally.” After so many years of dealing with it, it was nice to know that Veronica had finally put her foot down.

Sharon glanced over at Cindy. She was thankful that they were all there together. This was something that she, Sharon, couldn’t have helped Veronica with on her own. Cindy was a godsend.

Well, being that she was a helpful kind of person, Cindy decided she’d assist with this feast here - and making it so that it didn’t resemble the gluttony scene in the movie Se7en so much. That’s why she stole a couple of onion rings, and a little bit of the apple pie (the carnivores could take care of the ribs, as good as they smelled) before pouring a glass of that whiskey for herself as well. Then she sat on the couch, tucked up there comfortably for some girl talk.

“You can’t help her anymore, no,” she said, facts for what it was. Veronica was a tough cookie, she was steely, but this also had to be affecting her too - unless you had a heart of dust, then it really would for anyone. “You have your own life to get on with now. If your mom’s not going to be a part of it, well, that’s her choice. It’s not your fault.” It wasn’t anything Veronica did. Instead, it was just that some people weren’t meant to be parents.

“I mean, we’ve got some good stuff going on here - “ Cindy gestured with her glass, “Sharon’s about to birth a football, we’ll be unofficial aunts, and you both will help me plan my wedding to make sure it doesn’t suck.”

This was the majority of Veronica’s baggage. Now that it was finally taken care of she felt better. The fact that her friends were there to support her didn’t hurt either. Plus they kept her strong. Of course this was all affecting her, she had pretty much just cut her mother out of her life. Showing weakness was not something she did, even with her closest friends.

“Yeah. I’m better off,” was all she said, forcing a smile on her face with another sip. “You’re right,” she nodded. “We have so much going on,” well more like the two of them did, but Veronica would of course be there to help. She could use the distraction anyway. “And there is no way your wedding is going to suck. Just don’t go all Bridezilla on us.” Not that Veronica would really put up with that anyway. “If you do, I’m going to have to talk some serious sense into you. Sharon will be back me up. Right?”

No, Sharon wouldn’t put up with the bridezilla crap, either. She didn’t have the time or patience for it now, eight hundred months into her pregnancy. And after Viv arrived? Forget it. She nodded, reaching for the onion rings (because pregnancy demanded she put greasy food into her body at least once a day). “Maybe more than talk. We might have to smack some sense into you.” She couldn’t say it with a straight face, though, and broke into a grin. Actually, when Sharon wasn’t smuggling a football, it might be fun to get back into shape by sparring with Cindy. They could both keep up their training and spend time with a friend… two birds, one stone.

Sharon turned to Veronica. “You’re gonna have your hands so full taking care of me and the football, you won’t have time to think about your lameoid of a mom.” Yes, she’d just used the word ‘lameoid.’

Lameoid, was that even a word? Cindy laughed, stretching out on the sofa, nudging Sharon with her foot. “I give you both full permission to smack me if I veer off into dangerous Bridezilla territory.” Though she couldn’t picture herself doing that, at least not for very long. There were just other things to think about, things that were more important as opposed to the trivial portions of the whole day. “Think of it like this: Aramis has his own Musketeers, we can make our own too.”

All for one and one for all? There were three of them, three girls. Perfect for a Musketeer trio - though weren’t there four, technically, with the guys? How did that work? Oh well, whatever.

“I already asked Veronica, but I was hoping you’d be one of my bridesmaids, Sharon,” she added, stealing another onion ring. They could get her back to dress shape in no time, sparring or otherwise. Cindy was a very active person overall.

Sharon was all about becoming a female version of a Musketeer. And D’Artagnan didn’t really count, did he? He became one later? Or something? Anyway… Sharon was nodding at that. Our own Musketeer group. Three blonde femme fatales. She loved it.

Then her eyes started prickling. Damn pregnancy hormones. Sharon broke into a smile and her eyes filled with tears. “Of course I will!” She said, then stepped over to wrap her arms around Cindy’s shoulders, careful not to disrupt her friend’s plate of food. “I would be honored.”

Veronica was definitely on board with their own Musketeer group. They would be so much more kick ass than the guys. She finished off her drink and poured another, though a genuine smile formed on her face at the exchange between her two friends. Veronica was already excited about being part of Cindy’s big day, but having Sharon be a bridesmaid with her, well that was just icing on the metaphorical cake.

“Don’t worry. I already made her promise no poofy dresses,” she smirked snatching an onion ring for herself. Now that Veronica was somewhat cheered up her appetite was back. Besides she needed something to absorb the alcohol. She was not an alcoholic like her mother. “Well I think we can call this trip a success. Now let’s never come back here.” Reno was just gross.

Who could resist hugging Sharon? Not Cindy. She leaned over and managed to ensnare the lady for a squeeze, then boinged back so she could finish chowing down. Maybe she’d counteract the calories of these onion rings by eating some salad. That sounded like a good plan, good rationale, made perfect sense.

“A success,” she agreed with Veronica’s sentiments. “But...you’re right, never coming back here seems to be the best idea. We can check it off the list though.” One of those important life milestones - surely they’d face many more together too, since that was just the way it always was. And always would be.